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Bruce Springsteen

Bobby Jean

Well, i came to your house the other dayyour mother said you went awayshe said there was nothing that i could have donethere was nothing nobody could sayme and you, we've known each other ever since we were sixteeni wished i could have knowni wished i could have called youjust to say goodbye, bobby jeanNow, you hung with me when all the othersturned away, turned up their nosewe liked the same music, we liked the same bandswe liked the same clotheswe told each other that we were the wildestthe wildest things we'd ever seennow i wished you would have told mei wished i could have talked to youjust to say goodbye, bobby jeanNow, we went walking in the rain, talkingabout the pain that from the world we hidnow there ain't nobody, nowhere, nohowgonna ever understand me the way you didmaybe you'll be out there on that roadsomewhere in some bus or traintraveling along in some motel roomthere'll be a radio playing and you'll hear me sing this songwell, if you do, you'll know i'm thinking of youand all the miles in betweenand i'm just calling you one last timenot to change your mind, but just to say i miss you, babygood luck, goodbye, bobby jean